In the corner of the donut shop I remember him
Philadelphia’s gem merchant extraordinaire
Whose advertising visage haunted national magazines
Scion of separate fortune
Despite our shared loved for parts of Shakespeare
He had so much and I so little,
I feared him without cause.
He would approve my morning corner
Watching the mensch in woodland, purple and mail uniform blue
In heaven
Not even needing the mention of his name.
Bill Grace
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